Nodding, Effy merely watches in amusement as he begins his new pile, that gesture alone proof that if she hasn't gotten under his skin, she is at least tugging at a nerve or two. Needless to point out that after months of living on Tabula Rasa, she has become capable of believing almost anything; it's simply part of the life, here. Letting go becomes a necessary component to maintaining one's sanity.

"No," she admits, unfamiliarity doing nothing to quell her curiosity. If anything, she is all the more intrigued for it, and she gestures immediately — impatiently — for Ishiah to continue.